Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.

Introductory

Lament for Banba

By James Clarence Mangan (1803–1849)

O MY land! O my love!

What a woe, and how deep,

Is thy death to my long-mourning soul!

God alone, God above,

Can awake thee from sleep,

Can release thee from bondage and dole!

Alas, alas, and alas!

For the once proud people of Banba!

As a tree in its prime,

Which the axe layeth low,

Didst thou fall, O unfortunate land!

Not by time, nor thy crime,

Came the shock and the blow;

They were given by a false felon hand!

Alas, alas, and alas,

For the once proud people of Banba!

O, my grief of all griefs

Is to see how thy throne

Is usurped, whilst thyself art in thrall!

Other lands have their chiefs,

Have their kings, thou alone

Art a wife, yet a widow withal!

Alas, alas, and alas,

For the once proud people of Banba!

The high house of O’Neill

Is gone down to dust,

The O’Brien is clanless and banned;

And the steel, the red steel,

May no more be the trust

Of the faithful and brave in the land!

Alas, alas, and alas,

For the once proud people of Banba!

True, alas! wrong and wrath

Were of old all too rife,

Deeds were done which no good man admires;

And perchance Heaven hath

Chastened us for the strife

And the blood-shedding ways of our sires!

Alas, alas, and alas,

For the once proud people of Banba!

But, no more! This our doom,

While our hearts yet are warm,

Let us not over-weakly deplore!

For the hour soon may loom

When the Lord’s mighty hand

Shall be raised for our rescue once more!

And our grief shall be turned into joy

For the still proud people of Banba!